Hi. Welcome to Epiblast! The name is partly inspired by PZ Myers famous blog, Pharyngula partly by the fact that the epiblast, a simple tissue in a developing embryo (labelled 5), gives rise, eventually, to virtually everything inside our body. It's a metaphor for how some of our simple, fundamental ideas vastly affect the other aspects of our life. This blog covers my interests; usually science, medicine, atheism, religion. I might sneak in a bit of philosophy or magic if I feel like it. I warn you, the discussion gets uncomfortable and I come to conclusions which are unconventional, maybe contradictory to yours. Don't go crying to someone if you are offended.

Im trying to do this is reverse chronological order. So the freshest memories are delivered fresh, which sounds a lot like a pitch for pizza hut =P.

1. I miss the waves crashing on my face during surf class. It makes me feel important, like Nature wants to crush my ego for some reason.2. I miss that biting feeling on my chest. It's probably some jelly fish or microscopic sea creature. I still scratch my chest sometimes though3. I miss asking the tarot inconsequential questions about Edwin's life. It gave crazy answers, which Edwin will kill me if I post up.4. The folks at the Spa. They were mostly our age too. You can see them in the red uniform on edwin's album. The only thing different was that we went to school more and had 8 bucks to spare for a massage5. The mie goreng and nasi goreng we never got bored of. Same thing for breakfast every morning. And eggs. And orange juice followed by coffee. Then the race to the toilet.6. The crazy aussie dudes around us. One of them was hitting on me. The older guys were friendly and fun to talk to. It was nice to meet the guy who celebrated his sixtieth birthday at the club.7. The drug peddlers. They kept asking me if I wanted mushrooms (if it was referring to you addy, YES!) marijuana or ecstasy. They also asked me if I wanted girls, but I don't think we had the same girl in mind. There was also this guy giving out ephedrine outside one club but it looked like chewing gum with a different wrapper.8. Not giving a damn about things. Walking around with our shirts off. Talking to everyone like they were our friends. Not having to complain about things being expensive.